Edition notes: Based on #14847. Transposed down a tone. Some minor changes to underlay to regularise spelling, and to note length at cadences. MusicXML source file(s) is (are) in compressed .mxl format.

Original text and translations

English text

Lower Faulkners lower, give warning to the field,
let fly, make mounting hearnes to yield!
Die, fearful ducks, and climb no more so high,
the Nyas hawk will kiss the azure sky.
But when our soarhawks fly and stiff winds blow,
then long to late we falc'ners cry “hey ho!"